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Got on the wrong bus to New York and wound up at Route 10 in Alentown. I managed to misplace my shoes on the bus but there was one lone flip flop that someone had left. The bus driver told me there was a Martz office on the other side of the mall, he thought.…

These days I am occupied with Stuff. Like everyone else, I deal with my share of Things. But it’s Stuff that seems to occupy much of my time. Things are a little different than Stuff. Life changing events, moments of clarity, or adrenalin pumping emotion are usually Things. “He’s in the middle of a Thing, best…

The move was no different than any other major holiday or event at her house. Weeks of conversation, planning, and logistics accentuated by what seemed to be a never ending flurry of movement by my Aunt. It may not have been fast paced, but it was thorough, and it culminated in the evacuation of pretty…

My brother, in his many imaginative moments, considers carbon based life forms (like himself) to be excessively troublesome. Between upkeep, the vast planetary-sized requirements we have just to go from birth to death, and the constant breakdowns, he has decided that there is a superior alternative. Silicon. If we were silicon based life-forms, we would have…

It is with a certain fondness that I enjoy getting my hair cut. I don’t have much of a reason to go as often as I used to. Time and age have removed much of the substance required for a hair cut. Even so, there are memories of the barber shop when I was kid…

I said goodbye to my long standing B44 bus driver this morning. He’s retiring after 30 years of covering the streets of Brooklyn for the MTA. I had the pleasure of being a passenger on his run from the Williamsburg Plaza bus terminal, down through central Brooklyn to SUNY Downstate Medical Center, where I work. There…